Anabolic Stretching — Badass Body Blueprint

What if I told you a simple 10 minute per workout, Anabolic Stretch, could give you the results you crave like more muscle mass, less belly fat, warp speed recovery and more testosterone than an alpha gorilla.

What if I told you "conventional" stretching routines are secretly sabotaging your fitness levels, ruining your tendons and killing your testosterone production…
My weekends were spent alone. I had few friends. Zero job prospects and single; not by choice. Girls acted like I wasn’t even there. Guys didn’t see me as a threat and left me alone.

Until one lucky day, I stumbled upon a weird Anabolic Stretching trick, so mind-blowingly simple and powerful, it was like drinking a pot of coffee brewed by Zeus himself. In fact, one study uncovered this same Anabolic Stretching trick could boost your muscle growth by 318%. (1)

Again, this anabolic-pumping trick is simple to use and takes 10 minutes per workout. And if you’re thinking this is some type of basic static stretching program, please think again.

I’d just hate for you to be one of the 15 million men in this country who are leading lives of quiet desperation.

But first, I feel the need to let you in on how this I almost lost it all. I know what you may be thinking…How the heck did stretching make you almost lose your arm and ruin your physique? Sounds crazy? Maybe…However, I would hate for you to make the same mistakes I did.

I remember it as if it were yesterday. I was playing flag football in a tournament. Adrenaline pumping and testosterone through the roof, it was a blast.

Then during the second game of the tournament I went to sprint and my left arm turned to lead. I tried lifting it and the pain increased 10x.

Freaking out, I ran – with on arm dangling to the side – off the field to the nearest trainer. He assessed it. Fortunately it was as a minor tear from overly tight muscles.

Every workout, I became weaker and weaker. That wasn’t the only problem though. I was slowly getting fatter. My pants stopped fitting, my t-shirts ripped (not in the good way) and my buddy down below seemed to stay permanently limp.

As a 22 year old these were supposed to be the best years of my life. Instead, they were slowly becoming the worst.